My heart going boom boom (Solsbury Hill).

Solsbury Hill

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
[I] just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
“Son,” he said “Grab your things,
I’ve come to take you home.”

To keepin’ silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Tho’ my life was in a rut
“Till I thought of what I’d say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
“Hey” he said “Grab your things
I’ve come to take you home.”

When illusion spin her net
I’m never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No on taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don’t need a replacement
I’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
“Hey” I said “You can keep my things, they’ve come to take me home.

Peter Gabriel

Annunci

E tu, tu dovresti regalarmi fedi nuziali.

Henri Cartier-Bresson

The Book of Love

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It’s full of charts and facts and figures
and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that’s where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It’s full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we’re all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings

Peter Gabriel

Il Libro Dell’amore

Il libro dell’amore è lungo e noioso

Nessuno riesce a sollevare quella dannata cosa

E’ pieno di grafici e fatti e figure e istruzioni per danzare

Ma io

Io amo quando me lo leggi

E tu

Tu puoi leggermi qualsiasi cosa

Il libro dell’amore ha della musica all’interno

Infatti la musica viene proprio da lì

Un po’ di questa è astrusa

Un po’ di questa è davvero stupida

Ma io

Io amo quando canti qualcosa per me

E tu

Tu canti per me ogni cosa

Il libro dell’amore è lungo e noioso

Ed è stato scritto molto tempo fa

E’ pieno di fiori e scatole a forma di cuore

E di cose per le quali siamo troppo giovani per sapere

Ma io

Io amo quando mi regali qualcosa

E tu

Tu dovresti regalarmi fedi nuziali

E io

Io amo quando mi regali fedi nuziali

E io

Io amo quando mi regali qualcosa

E tu

Tu dovresti regalarmi fedi nuziali

E io

Io amo quando mi regali qualcosa

E tu

Tu dovresti regalarmi fedi nuziali

Tu dovresti regalarmi fedi nuziali

Many miles from here

Genesis - nursery crime - front

Harold:

If I was many miles from here,
I’d be sailing in an open boat on the sea
Instead I’m on this window ledge,
With the whole world below
Up at the window
Look at the window…

da “Harold the Barrel”, Genesis, Nursery Crime

Essere altrove e, forse, fuggire dalla realtà: mi ha sempre colpito, e commosso, la storia che Peter Gabriel narra, questa tensione verso l’infinito che ha Harold.

Anche se ti chiedi sempre se non sarebbe più giusto stare di fronte alla realtà: ma da soli è difficile, ed Harold era solo.